It feels so much.
With a slightest touch.
A single word
could be enough.
It loves so much.
People around me.
Beauty is everywhere
even when you
think it's gone.
It will find you
back again.
It hurt so intens.
I am attracted
to each emotion.
I could swim in tears
of my own ocean.
Or sitting alone with
thoughts in my mind.
What ever happens.
I will pull through.
Turn on the page.
And begin a new start.
I love what is mine.
This big heavy heart.

1.You shall not confine beauty, that which is in the eye of the poet charged to show it to the world.

2.There is no poetry better than the other, although your words are different you all bear witness to the soul's confession.

3. You will write freely not to incite popularity but to give truth to this art.

4. You shall never use poetry as self vanity but for exploring the spirituality within each other.

5. You will not be confined to the repetition that you have used in poetry, poetry is an exploration of the self, therefore the words are too an evolution of discovery.

6. The words will be therapeutic and truthful to the self so that you can see the truth in the world to bring about the compassion within.

7. You will bleed your self onto paper and very word will be yours for everyone else, there is no poetry without others to read it.

8. The words shall be as a confession that does not inspire sorrowful outlooks, but it shall inspire into action those who knew no better than before your suffering.

9. Being true to yourself first and foremost is an absolute; if you lie to yourself then how can one be a true person, much less a true poet?

10. Each poem will be a gift to the world, but it will never be greater than your dream and will always be inferior to the most marvelous of dreams which is the art of poetry itself.

little girl blue,

They reminisce over you,
In the cosmic blues,
A star before the fire sparked,
consistent front page news.

A heart of golden rock and roll,
Nothing stopping you.
The pain inside took its toil,
the grain in your voice and tortured soul,
stole us all from you.

It was time that took your life,
In the the time of your life
You wanted to be loved so much,
but not enough to change your mind.

Now you are a shooting star,
that burnt out years before,
Captured in the music left,
that all of us adore.

There's a soft sensation
On my lips
I feel it daily now
That convinces me
That you are not rough
Better yet you are not fast
In your movements
You move slowly
Reaching each cell within me
With your intense
Yet gentle energy

There's a subtle hint
In the energies
Now bursting toward me
That tell me
How much care
You would put in your caress
As the images
Send a sensation down my blouse
And a compressed tingle
Up my thighs

Carefully I direct my attention
Elsewhere
Always elsewhere

There's a soft caress
Running up my back
A hand that looks
Just like yours
A lighting bolt
That silently emits
From your fingertips
Wish I could touch it
But it moves in to me
As you move in to me

*And I nearly feel your pulse...

My heart hurts for the girls wishing to be done.
But mostly it breaks for the innocent one.

Crying over the boys who dragged her down.
She's trying so **** hard not to drown.

My head pounds hard like a fist knocking on a door.
I'm feeling the sting as I sink to the floor.

Broken and beaten is all I can feel.
Wishing this whole thing wasn't even real.

I realize I am too falling for a boy.
Who's been using me for the sheer purpose of joy.

My stomach is hurting like I'm going to be sick.
It's like he's a team captain and he gets his first pick.

I guess I should be lucky I was his number one choice.
But I can never stop hearing his deep raspy voice.

The buzzing in my ear never disappears.
It's as if I'm living my worst fears.

Soon I begin to understand the pain.
I understand why people are in love with the rain.

One thing is promised, to me it's a fact.
I will be ****** if I ever turn back.